The glittery sparkles glinted off the tin lid. Kayla closed the lid carefully locking it. What should she do? She can't keep this with her, just in case. She snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of heavy footsteps. She tucked the tin box into her purse and was zipping it closed as the scent of stale cologne drifted in. She looked up to see an older man standing at the next table, hand on the chair, staring down at her. She gave him a quick smile then looked down pretending to focus on her lunch.
After several minutes, she tossed her napkin on the table and stood. She gave a quick glance at the man who was now seated but facing her table. Their eyes met and she turned abruptly and left. She hurried to her car and drove away. Where to go? Where to go? Ah, Mick.
She drove to Mick's house and knocked several times. No answer. She called his cell but it went straight to voicemail. Where are you Mick? She walked around and peeked into the windows. It appeared empty. She went to the back door and lifted the edge of the mat. She pulled out the key and opened the door.
“Mick? You here?” Kayla stepped in and closed the door. “Mick!”
It was silent. She walked through the kitchen and into the living room. Nothing seemed out of place. She climbed the stairs and stopped at the door to the bedroom. That's odd. Kayla thought. Why would the door be closed. She turned the knob and pushed.
“Mick?” She rushed to him. Her fingers fumbled with the knotted rope. Mick's eyes got wide and he was mumbling loudly and shaking his head. Kayla frowned. “What is is Mick?”
She barely got the words out when everything went dark.
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